When Jimin pressed the doorbell, his heart bungee jumped out of his ass and back up into his throat.

"Fuck," he murmured to himself before taking a deep breath to calm down. He could not remember being this nervous just because of dinner, but then again none of his lovers had ever invited him to have homecooked dinner, so that definitely was a new thing. One he liked to explore very much, if he was honest. Jungkook just had this vibe about him that made everything feel so... domestic. And that felt good, safe. After all the adventure Jimin had had in his life, he yearned for this normalcy.

When the door opened, he was greeted by an apron wearing Jungkook with a huge smile, who took Jimin's breath away for a moment. Yes, he wanted that. Badly.

"Hello, my hwarang," he beamed back at the younger and fell around the other's neck to get the kiss he had waited for all week.

Strong arms caught him and held him steady while soft lips made his knees go weak. Who needs food when you could kiss a Jungkook into the next morning? The younger seemed to agree with him because at least five minutes passed before they let go of each other, slightly dizzy and disoriented but perfectly content.

"Are you hungry?" Jungkook asked still with the huge smile on his face that made his nose crinkle so cutely. Gosh, Jimin was so weak for those bulky cuties.

"You bet," he replied cheekily. "I starved all afternoon to save my appetite for your meal."

That made Jungkook's eyes widen, but Jimin did not want to hear the lecture he was sure to get, so he quickly added, "Is everything ready?"

That made Jungkook's grin turn into a shy smile. "I was hoping we would cook together? Maybe?"

Oh. Oooh! Now that was really unexpected, but Jimin found himself liking this idea very much. It would be like they were a real couple.

Jungkook seemed taken aback by his silence, so Jimin answered quickly. "Sure! But I'm not very good at cooking."

The shyness on the younger's face shifted back into happiness. "What are you confident with then?"

The first thing that came to Jimin's mind was Ramyeon, but that won't be of help here. "Uhm. Rice?" he suggested instead, earning a chuckle from his lover.

"Okay, then you prepare the rice," Jungkook agreed and took Jimin's hand to pull him off the threshold, where they had still been standing, and into the small kitchen.

Everything was already prepared. All the ingredients were neatly grouped next to the stove or on the table, and pans and pots as well as cutting boards and knifes were already in place. Jimin was impressed, but not surprised. From what he had seen and what Jungkook had told him, he had been able to guess that the younger was very neat.

"What are we making?" he asked curious while Jungkook slipped another apron over his head and fixed it behind his back.

"I was thinking Wanja-jeon, Doenjang stew and seasoned mung bean sprouts?" the younger answered.

Jimin turned around amazed. "You can do that?"

The shy smile was back on Jungkook's face. "My dad taught me," he explained with a hand scratching his neck. "He said a man must know how to take care of himself, so he showed me some easy dishes that he cooked when he was at university. It's nothing special really, just-"

"Hush," Jimin interrupted and placed a small peck on his lover's lips. "This is incredible. I can't even cook Kimchi stew." Satisfied he watched the blush spreading over Jungkook's face when the younger's smile broadened, and after another peck on the raven-haired man's cheek, he turned to find the rice and the cooker.

Jungkook was not only super funny while cooking but also the loveliest and most patient person alive. He let Jimin do as much as possible to contribute to the meal and would explain everything in small steps and repeat if Jimin forgot what to do next. In the end, Jimin felt like he had contributed to at least half of the process. He had cut several onions and minced the garlic, had blanched the mung bean sprouts, had put together and mixed the Wanja-jeon ingredients and the mung bean side dish with his bare hands, had rolled the Wanja-jeon patties in flour and egg and had watched them while frying. Only the Deonjang stew had been Jungkook's only child.

When everything was arranged on the tiny kitchen table, he felt accomplished. "I hope I didn't mess up," he said slightly nervous.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine," Jungkook assured him with a smile and got a bottle of makgeolli from the fridge. He had even bought that!

"Marry me," slipped over Jimin's lips before he could stop himself, and shocked he watched how the makgeolli bottle slipped from Jungkook's hands only to be caught again and saved from complete destruction by a hand's width. "Sorry."

"No- I mean- it's just slippery," Jungkook stuttered and sat down with burning red ears.

Jimin suppressed the amused smile at the strong reaction, and took his spoon and chopsticks to dig in. "Thanks for the food," he cheered, receiving a faint echo from the younger before they both began to fawn and moan over the culinary wonder they had created.

"Woaaah, this is so good," Jimin groaned after another spoon of Deonjang stew.

"You want red pepper paste to mix the rice and sprouts?" Jungkook asked over a mouthful of Wanja-jeon.

"Yes, please," Jimin agreed with a vicious nod. He loved spicy dishes.

"Careful there," Jungkook tried to stop him from putting a whole spoon of paste.

"I love it hot," Jimin said and grinned feistily, watching Jungkook getting shy over the ambiguity.

But then the unexpected happened, and Jungkook flirted back, "But I still want to be able to kiss you later." And Jimin wanted to applaud the younger man's confidence. Maybe Jungkook was not as shy as he often appeared to be, maybe he was just insecure or confused how all this gay stuff worked.

But although Jimin was aware of that, he could not resist teasing the other a little. "It's not the kissing you should be concerned about," he said with an evil smile.

Jungkook stopped chewing for a moment before he understood and put a hand over his face in embarrassment. "Please, stop," he whined defeated.

"I promise to brush my teeth after dinner," Jimin assured him. "That is if you have a toothbrush for me."

Big doe eyes looked back at him. "You want a stay-over toothbrush?" the younger tried to play his game of ambiguity but sounded slightly insecure.

Did it trouble him that they had not put a label on their little liaison? It probably did, although likely not because of the same reasons Jimin had. He had problems keeping in mind that this was just casual for now and with no strings attached, but Jungkook was probably concerned that this was evolving much too fast. Jimin was just here so that Jungkook could try this whole gay thing, so was this too much?

But it had been Jungkook who had asked him over for dinner. They could have gone out or gotten delivery, but Jungkook had wanted to cook not only for him but with him. So maybe there was a chance? Jimin wanted there to be a chance because he had never felt more happy and secure and loved with anyone.

"I want a boyfriend toothbrush," he breathed out eventually.

Silently they looked at each other, while Jungkook seemed to process what this meant. "You can have one," he answered then.

But Jimin needed to be sure that he had been understood correctly. "Can I also have a boyfriend?"

A shy smile began to spread over Jungkook's face before it bloomed into a toothy grin. "Yes."

Okay, not even Deonjang stew could keep Jimin in his chair now. He jumped up from his seat only to fall into Jungkook's lap on the other side of the table. "Kiss me then, boyfriend," he demanded with an equally huge grin (they must look like two imbeciles) and grabbed the younger's face to connect their lips.

He had a boyfriend! A real boyfriend, not just some affair, who cooked for him and had a toothbrush for him, and had a nice job and smiled so wide that the world lit up, and Jimin's chest wanted to explode. He could not breath for a moment and had to abandon the lips of his boyfriend(!) for a moment, but that did not stop him from slinging his arms around Jungkook's neck to suffocate him with a hug. "I really, really, really like you," he spluttered, too afraid to use the big L-word, yet, but not able to contain the happiness.

"I really, really, really like you, too," Jungkook murmured back and slung his arms tighter around him. "And I'm scared."

That made Jimin loosen his grip to lean back and look at the younger. Jungkook stared at him like he expected him to solve all the troubles he would face in this world, and Jimin cursed this world for being such an ass to people like them.

"Are you happy right now?" he asked softly and fiddled with the short hair in his boyfriend's nape.

Jungkook nodded. "Very."

"Then let all of them see your happiness," he said. "Because people might hate what they don't understand, but they cannot hate happiness." He smiled at the younger as reassuringly as he could muster. He might not be able to defeat the world, but he definitely would try. "Ok?"

"Ok," Jungkook rasped and swallowed hard. And Jimin could not stand seeing him so miserable, so he pulled him close for another kiss. He could not kiss the fear away, but he could kiss it better.

"If everything goes to shit, I'll employ you as my bumper," he tried to be funny. "I think Wonho wants to quit anyway."

"Why?" his boyfriend asked perplexed and abandoned his lips to look at him, and Jimin felt his ego purring at the implication that Jungkook thought it was nice working for the Devil's Lair.

"The night shifts don't match with his boyfriend's schedule," he explained.

"Okay? But why didn't he quit earlier then? I'm sure he can find lots of other jobs, like bodyguard or something. Did he not go to university?" the younger mused, making Jimin wish that it was so easy.

With mixed feelings he looked into Jungkook's expectant eyes and pondered whether he should reveal the behind story or not. After all, it was Wonho's story as much as it was his.

"You can't tell?" Jungkook asked when the silence stretched noticeably.

"You know," Jimin began hesitantly, "the guy I was caught with during military..." He sighed at the uncomfortable memory.

"Was Wonho," his boyfriend finished when he did not. "Makes sense."

This caused Jimin to furrow his brows. He had steeled himself internally to be met with shock or disbelief or jealousy, but nothing of the kind could be found on Jungkook's face. His boyfriend looked like it was the most normal thing to employ your military fuck buddy as the bumper at your club. "Why does that make sense to you?" Jimin asked flabbergasted.

"The way he protects you," Jungkook said with a shrug and his ears turned red again. "You're not close like childhood friends or something, but there's this mutual thing you have, like you bonded over something important."

Jimin could only stare at his boyfriend perplexed. That was exactly how Wonho and he were. He basically knew nothing about the other apart from some friendly basics, but they had this mutual trust that they would help each other out if one was facing trouble. "You saw all that? When?!"

Another shrug and chewing on the insides of his cheeks. Jungkook's shyness was as cute as it was annoying sometimes. You always had to ask if you wanted to know because he would never talk on his own accord.

"Did you stalk me?" Jimin asked, knowing that his boyfriend was too righteous to do something like that, but he still felt like teasing. "Did you abuse your police data bases to spy on me?"

As expected, Jungkook looked honestly offended. "You were the one calling after me every time you saw me! Don't make me the bad guy when-"

"I'm joking, I'm joking. Don't be mad," Jimin pacified him while laughing and placed a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "I know you're a good guy. That's one of the things I like about you."

Now Jungkook's face turned red as well, but he did not look away. "You're not bad either."

"Well, thank you," Jimin huffed. "How talented you are in giving compliments."

"You just called me a stalker," his boyfriend said with sudden sass and a smug smile, lifting an expectant eyebrow.

"Petty, aren't we?" Jimin chuckled and leaned in again. "Let me make it up to you, Mr. Policeman."

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